John Seed Novels & Stories

"What do you think about Sean?" "Why do you suddenly ask this?" With his deep, sunken eyes, Joshua continued staring at the monitor without noticing Luna's emotion. "Sean is a good kid, and he's also my aunt's son. A little rebellious, sure, and there is a conflict between him and Jim, but I knew he wasn't a bad person when I first saw him." Otherwise, Joshua would not have offered Sean to be a driver just because Sean saved Bonnie. He chose Sean because he gave him a very familiar feeling, and…

I’m not a short woman but in front of him, I could never get an opportunity to say this. He was not from around here. He didn't looked like someone from here, he must be from the Asian mainland. He was tall with an athlete's body, and everything about him was just sharp. His monolid eyes were the darkest set of brown that some would believe that they were black, however, I was not a mere human being, the blood in my veins was of werewolves, so I could see his eyes were dark brown and were sharp. His nose was high and straight and sharp. It was adding another charm to his inevitable personality, that was screaming, I’m the boss here.

Jason Redson was the perfect picture of success; 6'4" tall, dark hair with blue eyes. John always thought his father should have been a movie star, not a stockbroker. With his mother and Kelly almost look-alike twins, he knew that he had been born into a blessed family and was determined to take advantage of it. That's what assets were for, his father constantly told him; if you don't utilize them, what good are they. Well, he was bound and determined to utilize them, he thought as he massaged his cock in his hand while thinking of his lovely sister. He smiled as he looked down at the 8" of hard cock in his hand, wondering if either of the 3 boys that he knew Kelly was fucking had cocks as b

Jane and Madam Dunn were ‘reminiscing about the past’ in the garden. Joseph did not miss this chance to talk to Sean as well. Stewart Industries had the resources and Joseph needed them urgently. Sean listened to Joseph’s flattering words. He knew exactly what Joseph wanted. If Joseph did not ask for things and beg him to help him with something when he came over, then something would be wrong. If this old man did not come with a purpose, then why was he here? If he really did not have a purpose, then it would be strange. He needed to think about this for a while. He took a sip of his whiskey and looked out the window. Even though he had to pay attention to Joseph, he would still take a look

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

John growled. The man sauntered back, wise enough to not get into a brawl with him. John Sinclair was known to be one of the strongest and most skilled Omega warriors. The last thing he would want to indulge in is a bloody fight. He already got what he wanted, and that was enough. "Jared!" John called out to him, "do as you are told, don't make me find you." He threatened. Watching Jared leave, John looked around to ensure no one was watching in a corner. His heart was heavy; he loved Sonia just like he did his pretty wife, Elena.

Skelton, a former beau of Janette’s, had returned a few months ago from an independent career that had spanned over a hundred years. He had said he had a special project he needed help with, but so far, he’d not explained himself and mostly hung out in the apartment he’d been provided by himself, rarely making an appearance on the larger campus that encompassed fifty acres on the outskirts of Kansas City. “He’s harmless,” Jordan assured them both. “Just an old man looking for absolution.”

"We've got some training to do to get them up to par, but they've got a lot of potential." "Anyone in particular impress you?" he asks. I smile. "I'm sure we've got our eye on the same guy." He smirks. "Rowen Flanigan?" "The kid's got some good moves." "I knew he was gonna be a good pick before I even saw him play. Comes from good genes." "Yeah?" "Yep. His daddy is Ryan Flanigan. Sound familiar?"

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

He did not look happy at the idea of being forced to sit here. The man to the left of Argus was an older man, about 60 and he had a few strands of pure white in his brown hair. He had old, wise looking dark eyes and according to Alpha Reed, he was one of the men who had thrown their breeder to the side when they got 'too old' to breed. He looked old and sullen.